Pictures of me, naked. Oh, they're not very clear, they're a bit fuzzy, a little dim, but they're me, oh, they're me all right. The little prick has f...gured out how to take pictures of me in the bathroom, even sitting on the john pissing, in my bedroom, there's some of me in the den that time I was watching 'Titanic' and I was dreaming it was me instead of Kate Winslet, I had my shorts and panties on the floor and two fingers up inside me. Going like crazy. The little bastard. How did he do. Resolutely ignoring how his bronzed, muscular arms flexed with the movement, Clara moved in and put her hand over his wound. It was healing nicely, though no doubt the activities they’d nearly engaged in would have put some strain on it. Probably best they had been avoided, on the whole. ‘I think in a few days it will be nothing but a fresh scar,’ she said, pleased with her work. ‘Though you should be careful to not to anything that might tug at it, that will slow the healing process and might. I told her to relax and then slowly began anal sex with her and she stayed bent over while I thrust my cock in and out halfway in her tight asshole like an excited dog until I jizzed inside, grunting like a Bull. I continued to do this on a day to day basis and finally ended up marrying the maid. I buy her colorful tight salwar kameez and hijabs to accentuate her body so that I can grope her every morning in the kitchen and have wild sex with her and cum all over her face, her buttocks and her. I rolled the hood of my clit between thumb and forefinger, my pussy was wet and wanting. I pushed my other hand between my legs and eased two fingers deep into my sopping wet hole. This was a big turn on; my nipples were hard pushing against my bikini top I was getting the feeling deep in my stomach that precedes an orgasm. I brushed my fingers lightly over my exposed clit. The sensitivity was intense. I curled the two fingers inside of me and stroked over my G spot, my clit was throbbing and I.